SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

My hands trembled beside me as I looked at my thighs, too scared to look Eldric in the eye as he spoke. His words echoed in my mind like a whip, coating me in shame as I bit my lip to hold the force of my tears.

Whore, cheat, unworthy.....everything my mother had spoken of me came to mind as well, pushing a wave of nausea up my throat, but I stifled it, and waited for this hell to be over as soon as possible.

My stomach knotted, as my chest heaved, and my throat felt ...